[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    shivered faintly, glad for Ophelia’s presence of mind–and the small hand she’d laid on his shoulder–as he stared up into the intelligent eyes of the uncanny beast. He barely heard Ophelia’s words, truthfully, but the Crowmother’s reply provided sufficient context for him to intuit what he hadn’t processed. He swallowed and took another long, deep, stilling breath, letting his surprisingly frayed nerves ease the tension in his body. The shaking in his limbs, though gradually, began to subside. Farren wet his lips and swallowed, his gaze darting down only when he saw movement at the doorway.

As a figure emerged–presumably the Crow Hunter–Farren oddly felt himself relax further, some of his tension easing. It almost seemed that the Crowmother deferred to the Huntress, despite what one might think. His mind began to work again, no longer quite so frozen by the awesome and terrifying presence of the ghastly Crow-beast that remained perched above them. He could feel its baleful attention on him and he kept it firmly within his awareness, close to the cone of his more focused vision, but still in his peripheral sight in case it made any sudden, violent movements.

For her part, the Crow Hunter levied at them a question for which he realized he had no real answer. Thus, Farren glanced to Ophelia rather than reply. This seemed within her purview, rather than his own. So, for now at least, until he had his bearings, Farren would follow her lead.